Blair brushed her fingers over the gate, letting her magic slide the pins into position before turning the padlock. It clicked open and she pushed her way through, Bobby and the two Winchesters close behind. "Back door?" she asked, motioning towards the large mansion across the lawn. "Otherwise there's a door to the, uh, the basement on the right."
Bobby nodded, taking control. "Basement. Dean, stay behind. Take out any security."
"Yep." Dean fell back as the three of them hurried across the lawn and around the side of the house. Bobby reached the basement door first, letting Blair slip past to unlock it herself.
"Hey!" Light fell on her hands, and Blair looked up, squinting against the bright light of the flashlight.
"Excuse me, do you have any Grey Poupon?" When the security guard spun around in confusion, Dean knocked him out with the butt of his shotgun. The man collapsed, unconscious.
Blair let out an amused snort, but Sam turned his flashlight on his brother. " 'Grey Poupon?' " he repeated. "Seriously?"
"It's what popped into my head."
Blair clicked open the lock and the two brothers ceased their bickering, attention turned back to the job at hand. The red headed Witch led the way inside, her eyes scanning the area and her magic pushing out even further to assess how many people were in the house. "Two people upstairs," she informed them as she pulled back.
"Good." Dean pushed past her to take the lead, and Blair followed him up the stairs, eyes scanning the unfinished basement. As he reached the main floor he veered off to the right and Blair quickly followed after him, leaving Sam and Bobby to search the left.
The room was dark, lit only by Dean's bobbing flashlight and the faint moonlight that spilled in from the dusty windows. Antiques sat on pedestals around the room, and Dean stopped to check out each one. Seeing that all was in order, Blair moved through a doorway into a large dining room. Seeing nothing that remotely resembled the fulgurite, she continued on through the expansive house.
"I'm the one with the firearm, son!" A voice growled, and Blair perked up, whirling around in the direction that the voice was coming from. The same room Dean was in and she could hear the older Winchester respond lowly followed by a scuffle. At the sound of a fight breaking out Blair hurried back through the rooms she disappeared through to back him up, only to slid to a stop at what she saw.
A man and woman were sitting in two chairs, back to back, and Dean was in the middle of tying up the man, securely with zip ties. "Oh..." She finally said, straightening up from her defensive position. "Okay..."
"What?" Dean straightened up defensively. "They came at me."
"Well, we did break into their house so..." She trailed off with a wide grin at the deflated look Dean shot her.
He was saved from thinking of a comeback by the appearance of both Bobby and Sam. Dean looked up. "Okay, yeah. Good. Hey guys. So, uh, this is Dr. and Mrs. Weiss." He slid the makeshift gag — made out of a dish towel — into Mrs. Weiss' mouth before stepping back.
Sam let out an apologetic smile. "Hi. Sorry."
"I found the god thingy." Dean crossed the room to stand by a small glass box. Blair followed him to see that the fulgurite sat inside.
"That's it? It looks like a rock." Blair's face crunched up in distaste - it didn't look like anything special for an act of God.
"It is a rock." Bobby dropped his duffle bag on the large wooden desk. "Let's light this candle. Here's about as good a place as any." He slid the books off of the desk and held out a piece of chalk. Blair took it and drew a circle on the desk while Bobby pulled out the candles. Remembering the sigil, she drew an X inside, and then an upside down triangle through the lower half. Circles on the corners, and finally a line through the X and triangle with a U shaped mark through the top. Deeming it good enough, she held out her hand and Sam handed her the Fulgurtie for her to crush into the bowl, ignoring how the bound couple across the room - their protests muffled.
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Light a Way ~ Supernatural Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Book 7 of 14] Castiel is Dead. Alayna made her choice. Catherine is human. And now the oldest creatures ever made are free. Creatures that are unlike anything the four have ever faced before, and rendering all their old tricks, weapons, and hiding...
